Page 30 of Twisted Bonds
"I'm here, Sir," I reply.
"Tell me, pretty girl—where are you at?"
Bain asks me this same question every time we have an intense session. He wants to know how close I think I am before hitting subspace. This is his way of keeping track, so he knows how much further to push me and when to end the session.
"Six—almost a seven, Sir." I smile.
He grins and kisses my forehead from where he stands behind the St. Andrew's Cross structure in front of the viewing window. "You've done so well, pretty girl. Are you up for just a few more?"
"Yes, please. I want twenty-five. That's a good number to stop at, right, Sir?"
Nodding, Bain keeps the grin on his face. "Yes, that's a perfect number." He gestures to something behind me just before I hear it slice through the air before hitting its mark. A hiss escapes my lips. The fall of the whip landing over another lashing causes it to sting just a little bit more than when it lands on fresh skin.
"Two more, pretty girl," Bain slides his hand into my hair at the nape and tugs on it. "Beg Domina for your next one." His other hand finds my center and begins rubbing my clit. "Jesus, Domina—she's soaked!"
"Please, Domina…another…." I moan as I feel Bain thrust two fingers into me at the same time the whip hits it mark. "UH...OH!"
"So fucking wet, pretty girl," he states in a low, raspy voice. "Just one more."
"Domina, can you please make the last one hurt?" I beg her to do this for me.
"Since you've been such a good girl, yes. I will make it hurt for you," she says.
Bain removes his fingers from my drenched pussy and rubs them over my lips before shoving them into my mouth, wanting me to suck hard. When he pulls them away from my lips, his mouth captures mine in a hard kiss. He knows I'm going to cry out with this one, so he tries distracting me.
Sure enough, the last crack of Domina's whip does me in. I try screaming, but Bain's mouth doesn't allow for it. He takes my breath awayas he kisses me like his life depends on it. Only once my whimpers turn into moans does he pull back.
"Are you ready, pretty girl?"
"Yes, Sir…"
"Tell me what we are doing next."
I grin. "I'm going to have my very first girl-on-girl action scene."
Bain chuckles. "Yes, you are. Are you okay with that? I need to ensure you know you don't have to do this."
I look him dead in the eye. "I want it, Sir, but only if you're right there with me."
He releases the restraints around my wrists and ankles, then lifts me into his arms, making me hiss when my backside comes in contact with his warm skin. Setting me into a sex swing that Domina pulled directly in front of the viewing window, he once again restrains me. The two-way mirror is up, so I can't see out, but they can all see me.
Suddenly, a room from my past rises up, and I'm there, being taken by Dante in front of Callie, who was then called fourteen. I didn't have a choice then. He asked me if he could, but had I said no, he would have done so anyway. Dante was into breath play; he loved feeling like a God. He'd make me pass out just so he could wake me back up by fucking me hard, all while Callie was made to watch. The women were always made to watch them take me.
Deep down, they knew I wasn't like the brothers. I could never be like them. Once upon a time, I was beginning to develop feelings for Sergio, or so I thought. Thinking back now, I think that was only because I wasn't planning on ever returning home.
After everything I have gone through, it's only made me stronger. I now know what I want in life and in love. I've come to terms with never having Beau in my life again. On the other hand, Bain and I have grown so close, and he's good to me. I know people would think me crazy for even thinking this, but it's the truth. He's a different man than he was almost two years ago. I know I will never love him like I love Beau. Just like Chloe was the love of Bain's life. We've both lost the loves of our lives due to the D'Angelo brothers, and I'm tired of allowing them to take any more.
So, with all that in mind, I instruct Bain, "Open the window, Sir. I want to see."
Seventeen
Bain
Fuck.
I knew it was coming, but I ignored it, thinking I would be strong enough to stick to the simple agreement. I'm Bain Huntley, after all. One of the most wanted bachelors in the country and a highly recommended Dominant.I say "wanted" and not "eligible" because I'm not eligible, but women don't care if I'm married, grieving, or already have a submissive. All they see are dollar signs and great sex. Please believe me when I say that I'm unimpressed with being on that most wanted list. However, kissing Ryan this morning in the kitchen may have been the beginning of my downfall. Or maybe—it was when I agreed to be her Dominant.
I've always prided myself on having strong willpower and keeping my feelings in check. I should have known when I first met Ryan as a young woman of eighteen that she would one day break those walls. Her defiance and strong will attracted me to Ryan, but not in any sexual way. Her mother and I had an agreement that we would marry and that I would keep Ryan safe and give her a home so when Lacey passed, Ryan wouldn't be alone.
